Post by Johnny Reb on Apr 20, 2009 14:43:47 GMT -5
Monday, April 20th. Johnny Reb prowls the back corridors of the arena, half-dressed in his ring gear with a towel over one shoulder and a duffel bag in hand. He rounds a corner and nearly runs into resident interviewer Hank Brown.
Hank:
Johnny! Just the man I wanted to see….
Reb rolls his eyes.
Johnny:
Look, Hank, I ain’t really got time…
Brown persists, following after Reb as he glides smoothly around the interviewer and tries to continue on his way.
Hank:
Just a few questions, Johnny. I promise, it’ll only take a minute.
At this, Reb checks his watch.
Johnny:
You got 60 seconds.
Hank:
Right. Uh. Any thoughts on your match tonight?
Johnny gives the interviewer a withering look, keeping one eye on his timepiece.
Johnny:
That’s a pretty broad question, Hank. It’s a match like any other. Admittedly, not my favorite kind.
Hank:
A six-man tag match?
Johnny:
Any tag match.
Hank:
Right. “Does not play well with others…”
Johnny cocks an eyebrow, wondering silently if that’s the most intelligent comment Brown can make.
Hank:
What about the competition?
This elicits a snort of derision from Reb.
Johnny:
What “competition”? Once again, I find myself stepping into the ring with a trio of dilettantes who can’t settle on a damn career path.
Hank:
But the last time you met Triangle in the ring…
Brown clears his throat at the venomous stare he receives in exchange for his daring comment.
Johnny:
Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you, Mr. Brown. The last time I met Triangle in the ring, the loss was not my fault. Now…
Reb holds up a hand to forestall any further questions.
Johnny:
Before you remind me that I’m once again partnered with Ryan Daniels, just like at Timebomb, I believe I made a decent enough example of him and Mr. Avery that same night. I expect my so-called partners to be at their best this time ‘round, though I don’t plan on hangin’ my own strategy on that expectation.
Hank:
Um. O…kay… Well, Johnny, I’ve taken up enough of your time.
Johnny:
I should say so.
Hank:
Right. Any final words?
Johnny eyes the interviewer for a moment, then shakes his head and turns away, muttering under his breath. Hank Brown heaves a sigh of relief, then wanders off in the opposite direction.
End.
Hank:
Johnny! Just the man I wanted to see….
Reb rolls his eyes.
Johnny:
Look, Hank, I ain’t really got time…
Brown persists, following after Reb as he glides smoothly around the interviewer and tries to continue on his way.
Hank:
Just a few questions, Johnny. I promise, it’ll only take a minute.
At this, Reb checks his watch.
Johnny:
You got 60 seconds.
Hank:
Right. Uh. Any thoughts on your match tonight?
Johnny gives the interviewer a withering look, keeping one eye on his timepiece.
Johnny:
That’s a pretty broad question, Hank. It’s a match like any other. Admittedly, not my favorite kind.
Hank:
A six-man tag match?
Johnny:
Any tag match.
Hank:
Right. “Does not play well with others…”
Johnny cocks an eyebrow, wondering silently if that’s the most intelligent comment Brown can make.
Hank:
What about the competition?
This elicits a snort of derision from Reb.
Johnny:
What “competition”? Once again, I find myself stepping into the ring with a trio of dilettantes who can’t settle on a damn career path.
Hank:
But the last time you met Triangle in the ring…
Brown clears his throat at the venomous stare he receives in exchange for his daring comment.
Johnny:
Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you, Mr. Brown. The last time I met Triangle in the ring, the loss was not my fault. Now…
Reb holds up a hand to forestall any further questions.
Johnny:
Before you remind me that I’m once again partnered with Ryan Daniels, just like at Timebomb, I believe I made a decent enough example of him and Mr. Avery that same night. I expect my so-called partners to be at their best this time ‘round, though I don’t plan on hangin’ my own strategy on that expectation.
Hank:
Um. O…kay… Well, Johnny, I’ve taken up enough of your time.
Johnny:
I should say so.
Hank:
Right. Any final words?
Johnny eyes the interviewer for a moment, then shakes his head and turns away, muttering under his breath. Hank Brown heaves a sigh of relief, then wanders off in the opposite direction.
End.
